Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 2 Awakening of Spiritual Power, Thunder!

Throughout the journey, Moonbeam remained silent, curled up like a doll in a corner of the carriage filled with spices.

The caravan leader occasionally cast probing glances, but never spoke—after all, in their eyes, this was nothing more than a child held hostage by the demons for a long time.

The sound of wheels rolling over gravel repeated monotonously until a piercing roar shattered the silence.

"Enemy attack! It's the Bear Demon!"

Moonlight abruptly threw off the burlap covering her and poked her head out from between the cargo.

Seven or eight bear demons, each nearly three meters tall, were rampaging through the caravan. Their dark yellow fur was stained with blood, and their sharp claws easily tore through the guards' armor.

Just as a third-tier warrior raised his great axe, the bear demon smashed his head with a single blow, splattering brain matter and blood onto the cargo.

"This is... Father's arrangement?" Yuehui narrowed her eyes slightly, but immediately shook her head in denial.

Since his father had already prepared a human identity for him, why go through all this trouble?
Moreover, the Moon Demon Clan has always disdained associating with the dull-witted Bear Demons.

"Could it be... Damn it! These starving beasts!" Yuehui cursed inwardly.

The Bear Demons would attack caravans and even plunder resources from tribes of lower status during the winter when food was scarce. They never expected to run into them.

He was annoyed to find that his father had not arranged any guards for him, and could only place his hand on the crescent ring.

If it really comes to a point where there's no other way, I'll have to reveal my Moon Demon identity and take a gamble.

Just as he was about to remove the ring, a blue storm suddenly swept across the world.

Huh-boom!

Invisible wind blades formed a death vortex, and the thick fur of the bear demons suddenly exploded into countless blood flowers.

Moonlight witnessed the strongest bear demon raise its front paw, and its entire arm suddenly turned into mincemeat, followed by its torso and head.
Their bodies were shredded into skeletons by the gale in the blink of an eye, and the bits of flesh spun wildly like petals thrown into a whirlwind.

In the center of the blood mist tornado, a plump old man in a green robe descended on the wind.

"Huh? There's still one little guy alive!"

The old man rushed to the pile of goods, but froze instantly when he saw Yuehui's appearance.

In the morning light, that dusty little face looked exceptionally pretty, with long eyelashes casting soft shadows under her eyes.

"Little girl?" the old man asked hesitantly.

Yuehui's lips twitched violently as she raised her hand to wipe the dirt off her face: "I'm a boy!"

The old man coughed awkwardly, his gaze sweeping over the caravan's corpses lying haphazardly around him: "These...are your family members?"

Yuehui shook her head: "My home is in Jialing Pass."

He explained his human identity, which his father had arranged for him, in just a few words.

The old man was slightly taken aback.

Because he happened to know the family that Yuehui mentioned—they did indeed have a young child who was kidnapped by the demons, and later, through negotiations, the humans offered to exchange the child for supplies.

However... that family had already died in a demon attack three days ago.

The old man's throat moved slightly, and he didn't know how to start speaking for a moment.

Yuehui noticed his hesitant expression and calmly asked:
"Are my family members... no longer alive?"

The old man looked at the boy's obedient yet indifferent face and felt a strange pang in his heart.

“…Yes, they died in battle three days ago,” the old man sighed.

Yuehui nodded, her face revealing neither joy nor sorrow, but inwardly she cursed him.

—Apart from the crescent-shaped ring that concealed his presence, he had nothing else on him.

Even if they managed to sneak into Jialing Pass, they would still be penniless.

what is this?
Is this the legendary "starting with a bowl"?
But now... he doesn't even have a broken bowl!
Is this how the children of demons are treated?

Seeing his silence, the old man finally couldn't bear it and sighed, saying:

"Child, come back to the Magic Temple with me first."

Yuehui was startled and looked up.

The old man stroked his beard, his smile warm and gentle.
"My name is—Li Zhengzhi."

Three years later.

"Moonlight, today is the day you awaken your inner spiritual power. Are you ready?" Li Zhengzhi smiled and patted his round belly, his eyes full of anticipation.

“Yes, I’m ready, Grandpa.” Yuehui nodded obediently.

But I couldn't help but mutter to myself—

Is it really appropriate to call him grandpa?

After all, his biological father was Agares, the patriarch of the Moon Demon Clan, and the second pillar of the demon god.

If that old man finds out that he has a "cheap grandfather" in the human race, will he come and kill Li Zhengzhi?

Wait a minute, it seems like they fought before, and Li Zhengzhi is still alive and well?
That's fine.

Li Zhengzhi took out an awakening stone that shimmered with a seven-colored halo: "This is an all-element awakening stone. It won't interfere with spiritual power attributes. Let's see which type of magic you are best suited to cultivate."

Lin Chen, the deputy temple master of the Magic Temple, couldn't help but interject, "Old Li, why don't you just use the wind-elemental awakening stone on him and let him inherit your mantle? Why go through all this trouble?"

Li Zhengzhi shook his head, his beard trembling slightly: "What is suitable is the best."

Yuehui looked up with an innocent smile: "Grandpa Lin Chen, don't worry, maybe I can awaken a rare attribute?"

Lin Chen sighed.

It should be noted that, apart from the prodigies secretly cultivated by the temple, ordinary chosen ones usually need to be around ten years old to reach the awakening threshold.

The child in front of us, at the age of eight, already possessed the conditions for awakening.

Such a promising talent, as long as his innate spiritual power exceeds fifty, he wants Yuehui to inherit his mantle.

Thinking of his grandson Lin Xin, Lin Chen's beard twitched involuntarily.

"Let's begin," Li Zhengzhi said in a deep voice, gently pressing his palm against the Awakening Stone.

In an instant, a seven-colored beam of light shot into the sky, enveloping Yuehui entirely.

Yuehui felt warm all over, as if she were soaking in a hot spring.

Sudden--

"Uh!"

A sharp, piercing pain exploded from the depths of his bone marrow! Purple lightning, like a raging dragon, surged wildly through his meridians.

The blinding lightning dyed his entire body an eerie purple, and a solid pillar of lightning shot straight from the top of his head into the sky!
"Lightning element?!"

Li Zhengzhi and Lin Chen both gasped in shock.

Since the establishment of the six great temples, lightning-type spiritual power has existed like a legend.

Who would have thought that this seemingly docile child would awaken the most violent attributes!
Even more astonishingly, the purple beam of light was rising at an alarming rate—

10:00 or 20:00.
In just a few breaths, the value broke through the forty mark!
"This speed!" Li Zhengzhi's pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth opened involuntarily.

fifty sixty
As he broke through the seventy checkpoints with unstoppable momentum, Lin Chen didn't even notice that he had plucked out a few hairs from his beard.

Seventy points!
This practically represents a passport to becoming a ninth-tier powerhouse!

However, the beam of light continued to rise.
Still going on!

Seventy-five. Seventy-nine. Eighty.

The beam of light paused slightly at point eighty.

The hearts of the two temple masters, the principal and the deputy temple master, nearly stopped beating. Their inner voices screamed, "Raise it! Raise it for us now!"

Eighty-one eighty-two.
When the beam of light stopped at eighty-nine, Li Zhengzhi and Lin Chen's eyes were already bloodshot, and they wished they could pour all their spiritual power into it.

suddenly!

Lightning crackled around Yuehui, and her short, jet-black hair instantly turned a dazzling purple. The pillar of light struggled to rise a little higher.

ninety!

Those favored by the gods!
(End of this chapter)